I Transmigrated Into A Fantasy World To Farm And Build Houses!-Chapter 447: Pastries for Moon

After the temperature in the pot rose, he first stir-fried the meat until firm, then added spices, clean water, and the caramel sauce, letting it simmer slowly.

Without dark soy sauce, the color would be slightly inferior, but with the caramel sauce, the meat’s color would still be very rosy.

Braised meat needs low heat to simmer so it becomes tender. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

Eric cut the meat into small pieces, so there was no need to tie them with grass strings. If it were large chunks of Braised Pork, it would be best to tie them with grass strings because pork belly has many layers, and stewing over low heat could cause the layers to separate.

Letting the meat braise slowly, he cooked a pot of broth in another pot. He took the stock he deliberately saved last time, mixed the old and new for fragrance, then added meat, ribs, and marrow bones.

Moon looked very fastidious, like a picky dragon, and would definitely hate internal organs. Eric didn’t cook organs but cooked a pot of magical beast trotters instead.

At this moment, he started to miss the pressure cooker at home, which could shorten a lot of time. Unfortunately, he didn’t know the principle of the pressure cooker and couldn’t describe it to the Dwarves.

But cooking with a wood fire like this made the meat more fragrant. Eric added firewood while using magic, precisely for that characteristic wood stove aroma.

Not knowing what Moon actually liked to eat, Eric thought for a while and took Kanude to find Boa to ask.

Preoccupied with his worries, he completely missed that in the corner of the cave, Arthur had become so angry he turned into a mushroom, sitting facing the wall, seemingly with dark clouds passing over his head...

Seeing Eric not noticing at all and just taking Kanude away, Arthur felt aggrieved and opened his eyes wide in disbelief, the dark clouds above his head growing thicker.

It was all that hateful Moon’s fault! Arthur resentfully scratched the wall a few times, clawing deep marks into the hard cave wall.

...

"Sister Moon likes to eat? Let me think." Boa held her head in distress, thinking for a long time, then her eyes lit up: "That’s right, I remember Sister Moon especially likes drinking tea. When drinking tea, she eats pastries with it. She liked the pastries you made very much."

Eric looked at the girl with an indescribable gaze, confusing Boa greatly.

Only then did he speak: "No, Boa, why do you call a male dragon ’Sister’..."

It made him unable to believe that the Moon he met for the first time was the same dragon as the "Sister Moon" in Boa’s mouth.

Seeing that Arthur rarely didn’t follow, La Khanh snorted coldly from behind and flew over: "Haha, what does she know? As long as it’s beautiful, she calls it Sister. She used to call Arthur ’Sister’ before. If that guy wasn’t an adult who doesn’t hit children, she would definitely have gotten a beating."

Eric couldn’t help but burst into laughter. It seemed Moon’s temper was slightly better than Arthur’s to tolerate Boa calling him "Sister" for so long.

Thinking of Arthur being called Sister, Eric laughed until his stomach hurt. After all, Moon’s appearance was indeed androgynous, but Arthur had a contrasting effect.

Laughing for a while, Eric started thinking about business. If Moon liked desserts, he knew how to make them. He had just learned various pastries from Old Jack. It was just that Arthur’s place didn’t have many ingredients...

His gaze swept over La Khanh, and a smile appeared on his face.

A chill rose from La Khanh’s back, and he stepped back vigilantly: "Why are you looking at me like that? Let me tell you, even if you have Arthur backing you, you can’t be excessive!"

Eric rubbed his hands: "Hehe, nothing. Don’t you like baking? Can you share some ingredients and tools? I’ll share with you guys to taste first after I’m done."

"You know how to make sweets too?" La Khanh looked the Snow Wolf in front of him up and down suspiciously. Didn’t beastmen only know how to roast meat? This Snow Wolf knowing how to cook well was already outstanding; could he really know how to make pastries?

No matter how he thought about it, it seemed very strange.

Eric patted his chest: "Of course, I specifically learned to make sweets from a chef in a human merchant caravan. You must know that was a level five chef!"

The Dragon tribe naturally knew about the human ranking system. Although humans were weak, their imagination and creativity were top-notch. Before Dragon Island prohibited entry and exit, many dragons brought back chefs skilled in cooking from human nations.

La Khanh relaxed his guard a bit; after all, it wasn’t anything precious. Moreover, after eating the Snow Wolf’s food a few days ago, he actually had a different view of this beastman.

"Then wait."

Saying that, La Khanh rushed deep into the cave and came out a while later carrying bottles and jars.

Unexpectedly, it went so smoothly. Eric happily accepted them: "Thanks a lot, wait for me to finish, I’ll bring some for you guys to taste."

Boa nodded eagerly, while La Khanh was more reserved, turning his head away.

Why did dragons all have this attitude? Boa was still the cute one. Eric waved his hand and rode Kanude back to Arthur’s cave.

The things La Khanh gave were very complete: milk, cream, butter, and even cheese, along with top-quality white sugar.

It was a pity there were no Dwarves here. Eric didn’t have an egg beater to use, only a stirring stick made of pure silver.

Going from frugality to luxury is easy, but from luxury to frugality is hard. He sighed.

What to do now? Eric thought of the desserts he ate in his previous life and decided to make a Basque Burnt Cheesecake first, then make Double-skin Milk.

The method wasn’t hard, but the flavors were superb. Double-skin Milk needed no introduction; it was a favorite of many.

Basque Burnt Cheesecake, with a texture like ice cream, soft and moist, similar to mousse cake, was a very best-selling type of pastry.

In the pastry recipes Old Jack gave him, there was a recipe similar to Basque Burnt Cheesecake. Eric decided to combine the details of both recipes.

Put granulated sugar into the cheese and stir until blended, then add a wild chicken egg. The wild chicken eggs in the other world were large, one was enough. Eric also squeezed a few drops of lemon juice in, which could remove the egg smell very well.

Adding egg could prevent oil separation. At this time, add cream and flour. There was no low-gluten flour here, but the flour in the other world wasn’t sieved as finely as modern flour, so it could be used.

After sieving it once more, he put it into the oven.

Without an oven, this kind of crude stove was very difficult for baking. Fortunately, Eric knew Fire magic and could control the temperature precisely.

The batter needed to bake at 330 degrees for about twenty minutes. Taking advantage of this time, Eric made a simple and delicious Double-skin Milk.

The milk La Khanh gave seemed not to be ordinary cow’s milk, but milk from some cow-shaped magical beast; the smell was more fragrant.

He boiled the milk in a pot, poured it into a bowl to cool, and a layer of milk skin formed on the surface.

The reason Double-skin Milk is called so is that the highlight is this milk skin. But in his previous life, unscrupulous shops used creamer to substitute for real Double-skin Milk, so there was no milk skin at all.

Gently lifting the milk skin, he poured the milk into another bowl from the gap, leaving a little milk at the bottom, otherwise, the milk skin would stick to the bottom later.

He added egg whites to the milk, squeezed in a few drops of lemon juice, and stirred well.

Along the chopsticks, he poured the milk mixed with egg whites back into the bowl with the milk skin. This step was like a chemical experiment; being too fast would wash away the milk skin, so he had to be careful.

At this point, he could put the bowl into the steamer. To prevent steam from dripping in, Eric covered it with a large plate.

If there were plastic wrap, the effect would be better; poking a few small holes in it would allow ventilation and faster cooking.